Worst cut ever

On Maria’s advice, I had a look at Wild Minds and her writing exercises, which sent me –among others– to Pumping your muse prompts, which suggested writing about haircuts!
Well, like most girls I guess I never thought twice about my hair until I was a teenager, when it became a primary concern. You see, I had frizzy hair, and in those days, it was fashionable to have smooth and straight hair. With me, it could only be achieved through a lot of work with the hairdryer. As I wasn’t really patient (still one of my faults) I was always looking for the miracle cure or haircut that would save me time and make me look great.
I remember very well this haircut. I got out of the hairdresser’s and felt like sobbing. That hairdo was just not me and I hated it. AND I knew that as soon as I washed my hair, it would become frizzy again, and as it was just the wrong length, I would look even more awful. I remember having lunch with my mother, and how she told me that my hair would grow and it wouldn’t be all that bad –even SHE thought it looked terrible. But somehow it didn’t help.

Frizzzzy

My hairdo (or maybe I should say undo) on the photo on the left was the result of the fashion of the time. All the women had curls then. Now I should have known that curls and frizzy hair were not compatible, but I did find a hairdresser who did perform a perm on my frizzy hair, when I got out I did have curls, and with a little humidity, my curls disappeared in an hour and my hair had become frizzier than ever. That perm lasted for over a year. Every time it was windy or humid, or both, which is quite common in Paris, I looked like a madwoman But somehow, I didn’t mind that as much as the previous one. Probably because I was older and not as sensitive to looks. And my husband liked it although he made fun of it at times.
Still, as time goes by, one becomes more indulgent with oneself. At the time when both photos were taken, I thought I looked awful. Now I think I was rather good-looking.